Builders
Fall
Plumbers
Car Crash
Tilers
Floor layers
Builders
and throughout, from beginning to end, dealing with insurance companies
Except for one lot of tiles which are nothing to do with the leak, all the dirty work is done. It's been a nightmare. Having a serious fall in the kitchen and crashing the car were optional extras I could have done without. The fall was worse than the crash, I was black and blue for many weeks and am still not able to to walk easily. The crash was minor but, because my car is old, the insurance company wrote it off. I consulted my wonderful mechanic who said the only damage was to the bodywork and he'd be able to fix it within the financial limits of the claim. The car is finally back, it took ages for the materials to arrive from Europe. I probably will give up driving when the next tax, insurance, MOT etc. fall due but until then I have the car I am used to. It looks better than it did, all the incidental scratches and scars I caused it over the years have been ironed out. We also found a mouse nest under the bonnet and several pounds of bird peanuts which the rodent tenant must have squirrelled away since the previous service. Mice don't bother me, you can't live deep in the country and fear mice.
The building repairs were far more serious than thought at first, a whole wall was damp and mouldy inside and out and had to be taken down. It turned out that there was a second leak which was only discovered when the builders removed the wall. Before the fall, stupidly over the Sketchers on my feet, I worked very happily in the garden but that came to an abrupt end, of course.
I really could have done with some assistance throughout, but it is what it is. When I consider the things some of you who are my age do I can only hang my head in shame. I no longer need to look after aged parents, grandchildren or work for a living. I don't need to move house and pack the household into dozens of boxes. I don't have to get used to a whole new regime unless I want to. I can afford to pay people to do the jobs that are now beyond me. As I would probably have bored everyone rigid with tales of woe I felt blogging should take a back seat until progress was on the horizon. It now is.
There is still Covid, of course. Three vaccinations later I dare stick my head above the parapet and hope for the best. Sadly, there are still people of my acquaintance who refuse vaccinations.
